I let go off the woman and hurried to apologize, "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. Are you okay? You looked like you were distracted." I pointed out to her.
She didn't say a word, she just kept staring blankly at me. Did I say something wrong? I scrutinised my body to find any possible flaws that could have caught her attention but there was none.
Rather than talk to me, she continued her search for the book. I ignored how rude that was and decided to carry on with my mission here. I took the bookshelf opposite from her and it was hard to pretend she wasn't staring at me with every minute she got the chance to.
It was awkward, yet appealing. It was nice to know that someone else could still find me attractive. With Mary, I'd lost my shine. I had less time to take care of myse
